Laila King Novels & Stories

She said with a grin. I was simply trying to get my mind together, trying to figure out what to say to her. Casually, I faked a grin. "Hi - - I'm.. I'm.." "You're Latifah". She cut in abruptly. "Sincerely.. you need no introduction. Everyone knows you.. Latifah Lakewood, the personal maid of the King". She said with so much pity in her eyes as though I had been sentenced to death by hanging. Well.. isn't that what it is? Little wonder why I am not surprised by her pitiful tone in any way.

Lailah vigorously moved, shaking herself for him to stop but he only tightened his grip on her waist and swiftly removed her shirt and tied it around her hands to keep them in place. Her legs were trapped between his, rendering her completely immobile. Caesar jerked himself away as he unbuttoned his shirt, his stern gaze filled with lust, revealing his muscular chest. Lailah realized she was doomed. She was going to be raped. "P-please don't do this. I beg you- please." She choked on her words as Caesar pulled down her pants. Lailah's pleas fell on deaf ears as Caesar ignored her desperate pleas. His senses were clouded with lust and want upon seeing her exposed body.

Laila’s sharp voice caught through the room as she walked in confidently yet again. “Some people say I take after my Dad, others say I take after my Mom, and now I am curious, What do you think, Ma’am?” She asked with a smirk on her face. It sent a shiver down Victoria’s spine but she tried to compose herself by asking, "And why the hell are you here interrupting our meeting?" Laila bowed gently as she introduced herself, "Sorry this is coming late Ma'am. I am Laila Creed, an intern at Shelton Law Firm and the Legal representative of the Marlowes."

I’d know that shade anywhere. Each time they ran to her, something inside me twisted tighter. Lila looked…alive. Healthier than I’d ever seen her. Her hair was longer now, framing her face, her hands steady when she worked. She laughed easily with the villagers, smiled with them. She glowed in a way she never had at court, when every step we took was measured and watched. Literally judged. And then there was the male, who the barkeep told me was named Kael.

Continued the advisor. “Jake, you must take any necessary measures to secure Layla’s return. If she is not saved, someone will have to pay the price for my daughter’s life if you fail. Knowing my daughter, who is clever, I believe there is a very strong likelihood that she is still alive if she has been abducted. I can sense it.” In hopes, the king called out. King Liam couldn’t help but think back to his last discussion with his daughter Layla and how sad she was that he was sending her off to wed someone she had never even met before.

Sheila began, “why can’t we share the King? I have known him all my life. Wouldn’t you rather share him with me than with some other woman?” Ayla was confused. “What do you mean?” she asked softly. Sheila smiled cruelly, thinking she had won. “If you must know,” she said, her voice dripping poison, “the King is with another pretty woman right now. And you don’t want to know what they’re doing.” She waited, expecting Ayla to break down, cry, or at least look jealous. But Ayla just looked at her, shocked at how low Sheila could go. “If I may ask,” Ayla said calmly, “is the woman you’re talking about standing right behind you?”

She was smiling. “I have come to pick the boys. Their father wants them to go on a holiday.” I uttered with a straight face. “But they are in the middle of their studies. They will miss their tutoring and Don Gustavo doesn’t like his boys missing their lessons.” The woman had adjusted her body to give the impression that she was in charge. “What is your name ma'am?” I asked, trying not to sound disrespectful. “Inez. Ma’am.” the lady's voice came. “Do you know who I am?” I asked.

“Glad to see you made it, Luna Layla, but I didn’t expect you to bring the Lycan King.” “He is my fiancé now. Why wouldn’t I have him accompany me? I’m certain this involves us both,” Layla says gracefully. She looks gorgeous in a black skirt and red silk top, paired with black heels, and her hair is pinned back in a loose bun. She looks like a sexy little secretary, and somehow that’s sexy-as-fuck. A few strands of her blond hair framing her face, her sea-blue eyes trained on the three men. “Well, this is concerning some misconduct possibly from the king’s pack-”

Lillah couldn’t help but sniff and quake where she stood. “Omega Lillah, why are you crying?” The King asked softly. “I’m sorry, Alpha King Keegan. I must be such a disappointment. Please don’t punish me, I was just doing what Alpha Aaron ordered. I promise to behave in your harem, I’ll do whatever you ask.” More tears came as she spoke making her words choked and filled with sobs.

Laila shouted behind the queen. “Your actions will be duly rewarded.” With that the queen was soon gone. Laila had a very strange aura, she believed that she was indeed a witch. The less interaction she had with her the better. Unlike in the dream where they gave Gail the job, this time the king informed the applicants that they were to return the following day as he had not yet made his decision on whom will be hired. “It is Mrs Lokey’s sister, Sire,” Ben informed the king the moment he walked in. “Her real name is Gail. She is a known witch,” Ben added while the king made eye contact with his queen.